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Post by ♫ admin on Aug 31, 2007 17:35:14 GMT 9
Activities in the no-lands go here
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Post by Incognito on Sept 4, 2007 21:41:28 GMT 9
At the base of the mountain was a loner, Tarsen. His sleek tortoise shell fur glinted in the dull sunlight that drenched his slight shoulders on his medium sized body. The tom's intelligent eyes sparkled an elegant amber as he sunk quickly against the cool wind, the distant lights of twoleg place behind him.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 4, 2007 21:46:00 GMT 9
*Slunk, not sunk.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 4, 2007 21:52:48 GMT 9
Tarsen gazed back at twoleg place, remembering the time when he was but a kit and had been sold at a 'pet shop', an elderly she-cat there had told Tarsen of the cat clans, how they lived wild. Tarsen had been mesmerized, but, after thinking about it a little more decided that he would feel free even if he was in a clan. When the she-cat had told him of loners, Tarse knew hat that was the life for him. The only problem was, he had no idea how he would get out of the pet shop. When a man finally brought him from the twoleg shop, Tarsen had been five moons old, after only two moons with the family he was with, Tarsen had fled to the no-lands. Hunting anything he could find, sometimes even eating plants when he was starving, though he loved he life he had, and was content alone.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 4, 2007 21:56:38 GMT 9
*Wouldn't feel free, not would.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 4, 2007 21:58:07 GMT 9
(Ah, I didn't see the modify button...)
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 5, 2007 0:58:10 GMT 9
Tizzy padded gracefully along the base of the mountain, her stubby legs taking quick step after quick step, just along the border, she knew, of SnowClan. She knew everything about the clans. She watched them carefully through narrowed black eyes, attended the gatherings, peeking out from a scrwny bush, accompanied leaders to the Mossy Cave, enshrouded in shadows. She was a regular SandClan cat--she smelled like a SandClan cat, likesalty sea and biting breeze. But she didn't look loike a cat at all, and was recently discovered and driven out by a fearful, confused, and needlessly hostile SandClan patrol. She was still hurt when she thought about it, pain rising in her chest, up her throat. She knew those cats--she knew their names, their ranks, everything about them, and she loved them like her own. But they didn't know her--they couldn't ever know her. And that was what mattered in clan life: friendships and alliances, and she was neither, publicly. Besides, she told herself, watching a scrawny mouse scurry across the boarder, clan life isn't for me. All this border nonsense--if I were to chase that mouse one fox length into the territory and kill it, blood would be spilled. It's ridiculous! Shaking her pelt in disbelief, she sauntered on along the border, wishing that for once she had another cat to talk to. She had never talked to another living being before, and never saw the use of talking to herself, since she was too predictable, though she sometimes demanded something of the occasional boulder or tree. But many a coversation had been played out in her head, and she was perfectly sociable.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 5, 2007 1:04:45 GMT 9
Tarsen glanced over to the nearby SnowClan territory border, he sighed, he was maddeningy curious about what there was beyond the borders, but he knew that he would probably never find out.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 5, 2007 16:46:47 GMT 9
Shaking her tiny head, Tizzy padded away from the SnowClan border, leaving behind the framiliar scentmarks. Out here, in the no-lands, it seemed colder, unframiliar. But now that she was banished, she knew that cats of the clans would book looking for her, and it was no longer safe there. Sullenly, she pranced across the ground at the foot of the mountain for about a fox-lenth, when suddenly, she saw a small movement. Less than a fox length away was another cat, amber-eyed with tourtoseshell fur. The tom seemed to be looking into SnowClan, though what for, Tizzy could not tell. She wondered if he was another clan cat, or just a loner curious about what lay beyond the mountains. Either way, she figured, he was another cat, and so, timidily, she began to approach him.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 6, 2007 3:19:58 GMT 9
Tarsen flinched slightly as he caught Tizzy's scent, but quickly relaxed, amber eyes sparkling through the sleet he asked. "Hello, are you a loner? I'm Tarsen" He knew it sounded a little lame, but he also knew it was the easiest way he could put it.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 6, 2007 16:45:34 GMT 9
Tizzy suddenly felt her mouth going dry. For the first time ever, she was going to speak to another cat. She had to. If she wanted to ever have a sort of life, a life of her own, that didn't involve the clans, she'd have to. She knew that fantasizing about the clans was a waste of her life. She'd never be one of them. Never be together with the cats that loved and fought for each other. With the cats that she loved. Pain rose in her throat and burned in her ears as she realized that this sentence would mean the end of dreaming about clan life for her. It meant letting go. The pain was stabbing now. Her unspoken oath of silence was broken as her jaws parted, and she began to mew. "Yes, I am. I'm Tizzy." It was only a few mews, but with a peircing stab, the pain was suddenly gone, and her spirit seemed lifted, free. Her eyes glistened with excitement at her own voice, and how the words had come out. They replayed in her head. Yes, I am. I'm Tizzy. They had come out so smooth. So perfect. So utterly clear and crisp, just as she had imagined her voice hundreds of times, just how she had dreamed that she would speak to another cat. Her voice was a feminine deep voice, like warm earth, and very smooth, like the stones on the SandClan beach. Her tail curled in happiness at the sound of her voice, and she had to repress a purr, though clearly, it would have been a long one, rich and deep. As the unspoken purr died in her throat, she focused her eyes on the cat before her, Tarsen. Unusual, she thought, for a tom to be a tourtoseshell, but not completley unheard of. She did like his fur. This is what a warrior would look like, she thought wistfully, not like me. I look like a freak. She pushed the burning words out of her head, and straightened up, looking Tarsen carefully in the eyes as she spoke, as if looking for something reflected in them. "Are you a loner, too?"
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Post by keyinei on Sept 6, 2007 18:25:00 GMT 9
(( Hi, uh, I'm kinda new here, so if I was wondering...I've read the plot, have a chara in mind...
Do I just start RPing here and now? ))
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Post by keyinei on Sept 6, 2007 18:27:09 GMT 9
(( Woah, when they say no-lands, what setting do they mean? ))
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 6, 2007 18:35:19 GMT 9
(( keyinei, welcome to the site! first off, you need to find the clan (or, if you want, just this board if you wanted a loner, rogue, kittypet, etc,) and click on the sub-board for carachters. Read the first post on that board, and it'll tell you everything you need to know, which is basically make a new post, use the form to tell about your chara, and wait for whoever's in charge of that board to accept you. Then you can go ahead and start rping! And since this is the board for cats not in a clan, the no-lands just means territory that's wild and no cat owns or defends. All cats can travel freely on it while still living in the wild and fending for themselves.))
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Post by Incognito on Sept 7, 2007 1:28:47 GMT 9
"Yes." Tarsen smiled at Tizzy, noting the sound of her elegant, caring voice. "I have to say, it's a pleasure to meet you Tizzy." And he meant it, the she-cat seemed friendly, and not as hostile as he thought some might be towards him. He wondered why she had such a long neck, it wasn't strange exactly, in Tarsen's opinion, unusual, but not strange.
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